Novels by Nala

The morning light slipped through the thin curtains, warm and soft across Lexie’s face. She stretched in bed, trying to push away the memories of last night, but they clung like stubborn shadows. The apartment had been silent since her father left, too silent, and the quiet only reminded her of the storm that had happened between her and Mr James. A knock came at the door. Lexie sat up quickly, heart racing. She brushed her messy hair back and called, “Who’s there?”The door opened slowly, and Kira stood in the doorway. Her eyes were swollen and red, her cheeks damp with fresh tears. She looked so fragile, so broken, that guilt stabbed Lexie right in the chest.“Kira…” Lexie whispered, her voice soft.Kira stepped into the room, not even trying to hide the tears that streamed down her face. Her lip trembled, and before Lexie could move, she broke down completely. “I can’t… I can’t do this anymore, Lex,” Kira cried, her shoulders shaking. “Everything is falling apart.”Lexie’s heart tw

Lexie’s chest rose and fell in panic. Her hair was messy, lips swollen, her whole body trembling with what had just happened. She scrambled for the duvet and dragged it over herself just as her father turned the knob and entered.“Lexie?” his deep voice filled the room.She quickly pulled the blanket up to her chin, forcing her breathing to calm. Her dad flicked on the light, making her squint.“You’re sweating,” he said, setting down a small plate on her nightstand. “I brought you chicken breast. Are you sure you’re okay?”Lexie forced a small smile. “Yes, Daddy. Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.” Her voice shook, but she prayed he wouldn’t notice.Mr. Moore sat beside her on the bed, his hand brushing her hair back gently like when she was little. Lexie bit her lip hard, guilt pounding her chest.“Tell me the truth, baby. What’s going on?” His eyes searched hers.Lexie shook her head quickly. “It’s nothing, Daddy. Really. Just tired.”He sighed and leaned back slightly. “I haven’t seen Kir

Lexie’s phone buzzed again. James’s message glowed on the screen: “Your dad is back. Dinner downstairs instead?” Her stomach twisted. She swallowed hard and typed back quickly: “I’ll be down.” The walk to the dining room felt heavier than it should, her body still remembering the heat of that afternoon. Lexie saw her dad in the kitchen. He was holding a hot, steamy tray of chicken. “Hey, Daddy,” Lexie said softly, her hands folded behind her back timidly. “Hi, baby.” The moment he saw her, Mr. Moore flashed her a smile and waved her toward the dining chair. “You didn’t inform me you were coming. Is everything okay?” Mr. Moore asked, his brows knitting in concern. “Everything is fine, Dad,” Lexie said as she dropped into her seat. She sighed softly and looked away. Mr. Moore was a single father. Lexie’s mother had died during childbirth, and since then, he had raised her alone. Whenever Lexie asked him why he didn’t remarry, he told her he didn’t want his only child to fi

“Don’t look so guilty,” James said, pulling her against him. “I should go,” she whispered. He didn’t grab her hard. He just caught her wrist, warm and sure. “Lexie. Look at me,” he said. She looked up. His eyes were steady. He waited, giving her space to pull away. She did not pull away. “Do you want to stop?” he asked. Her lips parted. A long second passed. The word yes sat on her tongue and would not move. She swallowed. “I… don’t know,” she said, honest and shaking. She eased to her side and pulled the sheet up to her chest. The scent of the room returned. So did the guilt. She pressed the heel of her hand to her eyes. A tear slipped anyway. James slid his palm over her belly. “You okay?” he asked. She nodded, then shook her head, then nodded again. “I don’t know,” she said, voice hoarse. “I feel… wrong. And I feel… good. I hate that I feel good.” He didn’t try to answer that. He reached for the fallen towel and wiped a stray line of sweat from her shoulder. He t

Lexie turned away, tears blurring her vision. Her heart was pounding, her body still aching with the memory of him. She hated herself for enjoying it. Hated herself for giving in. She grabbed her clothes quickly, her hands shaking. She didn’t even look at him as she tried to cover herself. The heat still burned between her thighs, but her chest was tight with guilt. She had to leave. She had to get out before she did something worse. She took one step toward the door. “Going somewhere?” James’ deep voice stopped her. She froze. Slowly, she turned. He stood there with his fat long dick sprang up she could still see his pre-cum dripping from it, drops of water running down his chest. His eyes were locked on her like she was prey trying to run. “I need to go to my room,” she whispered. He stepped closer. “No,” he said softly but firmly, “not yet.” Her back hit the wall. He didn’t touch her at first, only leaned in so close she could feel his breath on her cheek. “You think you ca

The walk home was short, but Lexie’s steps felt heavy, her chest still tight from what she had witnessed. Kira’s moans echoed in her ears like a haunting melody she couldn’t shut off. The image of Simone on top of Kira on her bed burned in her mind like fire she couldn’t put out. When she reached her father’s house, her face was still streaked with dried tears, and her hands shook as she fumbled with the gate. The place was quiet. No car in the driveway. No music or voices from inside. She sighed, thinking her father had probably gone out and, as usual, forgotten to lock the door.“Typical,” she muttered under her breath.She pushed the door open and stepped in. The living room was empty, the air faintly smelling of old furniture and lemon polish. She dropped her bag on the couch and leaned against the wall, letting her head fall back. Alone at last.Her bathroom tap had been clogged for days, and she was too exhausted to argue with the plumber again. So she grabbed a towel and decid

Midnight came, and I was about to retire after working all day in the kitchen when my phone lit up on the nightstand. A number I didn’t know flashed across the screen. My stomach twisted, and I hesitated, staring at the glow. My instincts screamed danger. Yet my hand reached out anyway, trembling. Just as I touched the phone, the door creaked open. I gasped and shoved the phone under the blanket. Leo stood at the threshold, tall but leaning slightly, as if even standing cost him strength. His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, and in the dim light, his face looked ghostly pale. “Why are you still awake?” His voice was low, softer than usual. I swallowed hard. “I… couldn’t sleep.” His eyes lingered on me for a long moment. Then he stepped inside, each movement slower than the last. For a second, I thought he might collapse. I almost ran to him, but I froze. When he finally sat on the chair by the window, he closed his eyes, his breathing uneven. Something was wrong. I knew it. B

Why are you doing this to me?” I whispered, my voice weak. Leo’s hand stayed on my ankle, steady and firm, as if he owned even the pain in me. His touch was not rough, it was careful. Almost too careful.I should have pulled away, I should have hated the way his nearness made my chest ache. But I stayed still, staring at him like he was a puzzle I could never solve.“You don’t have to do this,” I said again, my throat tight. “It’s only a small wound.” He looked up at me, his grey eyes unreadable. “A small wound can turn into something worse if ignored.”“It’s not your problem.”The corner of his jaw ticked. He did not argue. He only reached for the cloth, dipped it into water, and pressed it gently to my skin. I hissed at the sting, my fingers gripping the couch tight.His face was so close, and yet so far. Cold as ice, warm as fire. Both at the same time.Just then, Andrew returned with the family doctor. Leo finally let go of me, standing to the side with his arms crossed. The doct

Grandma’s command brought peace and silence back to the dining table. Everyone returned to nibbling at their food, the tense atmosphere settling only slightly.Suddenly, a chair scraped harshly against the floor. Leo rose to his feet, and instantly, every pair of eyes followed him.“I have an appointment at the office,” he muttered, not really to me, but to his family. I was just a stranger sitting there, invisible. Who was I to know what mattered or what didn’t?Andrew appeared with his suitcase, and with a curt nod, the two of them turned and walked out.“You should speak to your son one of these days. He’s becoming too arrogant,” Mr. Carter remarked carelessly, shoving a chunk of meat into his mouth and chewing with loud, aggressive bites.“He’s your son too! Why do I have to speak to him?” Mrs. Carter snapped, her eyes narrowing into a bloody glare at me. “I hope you and your rogue of a father are happy now…”“Anna,” Grandma’s voice cut sharply through Mrs. Carter’s tantrum. The o

SusanThe clatter of plates and silver echoed softly as I moved around the long dining table, setting them together. My hands trembled no matter how steady I tried to keep them. Every glass, every folded napkin felt heavier than it should have as if the weight of the entire Carter family’s judgment pressed down with it.The air in the dining hall was thick, filled with suffocating silence and the faint scent of roasted meat drifting from the kitchen. Servants crept at the edges, careful not to draw attention. I was the only one in the center of it, on display.I placed the last glass and straightened, smoothing my dress with damp palms. Grandma sat already at the head of the table, her sharp eyes following me, but unlike the others, hers held something softer.“You’ve done well, child,” she said, her voice steady, warm.The words pierced me unexpectedly, loosening the tightness in my throat. For a moment, I almost believed I belonged here.Anna’s soft laugh broke through my thoughts.

Susan I stormed out of Leonard’s bedroom, my heart hammering against my ribs. My chest burned, my throat tight, but I refused to let him see me cry again. The sting of his words followed me like shadows.“Get out of my face.”They rang in my head, sharp and merciless. Like I was nothing. Like my pain was some nuisance he wanted to sweep aside.I gripped my dress as I hurried through the hall, ignoring the curious stares of the servants. My feet moved fast, carrying me to the only place I thought I could breathe, my room. The door slammed behind me, and I pressed my back against it, sliding down until I hit the floor. My whole body shook, and hot tears spilled before I could stop them.Why did it hurt so much? Why did his rejection always cut deeper than anyone else’s?I buried my face in my hands.No one believed me. Not Leonard, not his family. They all saw me as the liar, the burden, the girl who should be grateful she was even allowed to exist under this roof.I wiped my face rou

Leonard I heard the door open, then close. Susan’s footsteps faded down the hall, leaving only the faint echo in my bedroom and the sluggish, uneven beat of my heart. Sweat dampened my forehead as I struggled for air, a dull, suffocating pressure lodged under my breastbone. This was my curse.The thing that made my life a beautiful nightmare. The world saw Leonard Carter as the untouchable billionaire. The truth? I was just a man slowly being betrayed by his own heart. A rare condition Restrictive Cardiomyopathy with Paroxysmal Arrhythmia made every day feel like a gamble. The muscle in my heart had turned stiff, refusing to fill with blood properly. And the arrhythmia? It could strike without warning, stealing my breath and leaving me on the edge of collapse. I didn’t want to yell at Susan earlier. But if she’d stayed any longer, she might have seen it the weakness I’ve worked so hard to hide. With quick, uneven steps, I crossed to the nightstand. From the small box hidden benea